Back To The Simplicity Of Just Being Me

Life gets hectic. So many things go on around us that it’s hard for us to soak our energy into just one thing. Instead, we spread ourselves thin, neglecting things that are the most important to us.

My fiction writing has ceased. My hockey writing is in full flow. And my thoughts are everywhere. My schedule has made me a slave and I find it hard to fully focus on one thing at a time. And the worst part is that I know life will not slow down.

Today, I’m taking time for myself. I’m throwing everything aside to spend time talking, socializing, and enjoying coffee with a friend in hopes of slowing myself down and getting back to the simple things in life.

For today, I will accept the fact that I probably won’t be able to write very much. I will accept what life will hand me. And I will focus my energy on being the best version of me in spite of the criticism and lack of understanding.

People seem so ready to judge you, criticize you, and scoff at your personal decisions when they don’t completely understand the lengths that your soul has been stretched. Today, these people do not matter to me. Today, I will accept myself for who I am and what I do because I know that I am doing the best that I can.

Today I will just be me – and that’s going to have to be enough for the people around me.


This Thanksgiving, I Am Grateful For So Many Things

Sorry for the absence, things have been a little hectic around here lately. School is well on its way, power skating ended this weekend, and hockey evaluations start next weekend. The happy hockey family is back for another season and it’s so great spending time with people I haven’t seen all summer. Smiles all around!

As well, after almost a decade apart, a university friend and I were reunited for the first time since we had lived together in Regina many moons ago. Danny and I knew each other in high school – we knew some of the same people – and we met up again in university when we lived in the same residence building while studying in Regina. We clung together, hometown ties being the ties that bind, and renewed our friendship that began in the small home town where we first met.

Imagine my surprise, after a decade’s absence, to see Danny running towards me at the rink and scooping me into his arms in a big bear hug. Shock doesn’t even describe my feelings. I was so happy to see him again! Once the shock wore off, I came to realize his wonderful wife, Claire, was standing behind him with his two kids. TWO KIDS! Two little Dannys are running around in the world and they are adorable! My heart lifted in my chest that day and I’ve been so happy to see them again on a regular basis now that hockey season has started.

On the family front, Lil Man has started hockey again and he’s a lot more tolerable now that he has a chance to wear off some of his energy each week. Seven year old boys are sooooo active! As well, Hubster has been asked to play hockey again this season. He’s undecided right now, but I’m keeping my fingers crossed that he takes on the new challenge. I’ve missed being a hockey wife.

As for me, I’m back doing what I love again – writing about the greatest sport on earth, hockey! I will be doing weekly updates on Flame For Thought as well as weekly updates on NHL On The Ice for Bryan, a guy who had me on his podcast last season to talk just before playoffs began. Last year was fun, but I think this season will be full of even more hockey fun!

I’m so grateful for the good fortune I have this year. I’ve met up with old friends, I’m back spending time with my hockey family, and I’ll be writing about more NHL and WHL this hockey season. My life is good. I am so humbled and thankful.

Happy Thanksgiving to all my Readers!


My World With Sienna Jones

Here’s a small introduction to the newest novel that should be released soon…


The road was long and I was getting tired. I just wanted to stop and take a breath. 

The sun had set about an hour before and my eyes were starting to droop. That stretch of road was quiet and I hadn’t seen a vehicle in hours. I subconsciously reached for a strand of hair to twist around my finger, only to realize that my short chestnut bob wasn’t long enough to allow me to play with my hair anymore. To distract myself, I opened my window a crack to let some fresh air into the vehicle in hopes of keeping myself awake, but the warm summer air was no match for my tiredness. 

I let out an audible sigh of defeat. I was almost home. 

The mere thought of going home relaxed me and a smile played at my lips as I noticed the reflection of my luggage in the rearview mirror. I had lived among the chaos in California for too long and I was ready to take an extended break. I had packed up all my necessities from the house in Los Angeles and put them in my car for the long drive. The house in the Hollywood hills was sold furnished so I didn’t have to take any of my memories with me…




I sit here alone in the dark, quietness surrounds me. It is in these moments when I am transformed back to who I use to be – the patient, quiet, peaceful woman who feels complete within herself.

There is no noise to drown out my complete thoughts, no rushing to and from different places, and no worries about whether or not I’ve done everything I needed to do and no craziness to make me feel unbalanced. Instead, there is silence, and a stillness that creeps into my soul and forces my eyes shut in order to be in the moment because I know it will not last long.

Instinctively, I sigh. I let out all the negatives and cleanse myself of everything that may have gone wrong that day. And for one small moment, I feel good enough just as I am.

There is no pressure to look beautiful, no worries that I may be late for an appointment, no fear of being criticized by anyone but myself, and no one yelling my name in need of something from me. It is me, the quiet, the stillness, and the peace.

Somedays, it’s comforting to be alone in the silence.


Rant Of The Day 1


It was a great day for me today. My son did very well at power skating, I ran into one of my best friends from university whom I haven’t seen in many years, and Hubster and I had an afternoon to ourselves as our son was at a friends place. It was a relaxing, wonderful Sunday. I smiled all day long. 

And then tonight happened. 

There are a lot of things worth my time. Tonight, I didn’t even bother attending the confrontations I was invited to because, frankly, I don’t care. For someone to pick at petty things in my life is a form of disrespect and combativeness that I don’t need to be a part of. If someone wants to try to control my feelings that obsessively, I have one suggestion – don’t bother because you’re just going to end up being disappointed in me. 

Hence, my rant of the day. 

I understand that sometimes people feel the need to be sarcastic and antagonistic in a playful way, but what they need to understand is that there is a time and place.

During a proud moment in my life, when I’m feeling at the top of my game is not the best time. Save it for when it’s called for. Today was not that day. Here’s another suggestion – keep it to yourself. When these people are argumentative, controlling, sarcastic, rude, petty, and trying to bring others down to their ridiculous level, I have a problem with it.

Why aren’t we allowed to be proud, have a good day, or enjoy being who we are?? Because you felt the need to knock us down a level or two? Well, then, I have three words for you – GET OVER YOURSELF.

I’m not a naturally mean-spirited person. I don’t lie, steal, spit venom, or try to ruin someone else’s day just for the hell of it. Why would I do that?? To feel better about myself? I already like who I am and I’m proud of being my naturally smiley and optimistic self. I don’t want to hurt others and I’d never purposely set my mind on it by trying to control their actions/thoughts/words. They’re entitled to be who they want to be as much as I am.

Maybe I’m being overly-sensitive but I’m so tired of other people picking apart the stupid, petty things in life that don’t mean anything. It’s all about priorities people. 

My spelling mistakes. I’m a writer, I know how to write. And if I make a typo, it’s probably not because I can’t write properly – I have a book published which tells me that I have a good idea about grammar, syntax, and lexicon. If I do happen to make a spelling error, it’s probably by accident. For someone to point it out to me is fruitless because chances are good that I’ve already noticed it and I’ve left it just to piss people off or because it’s just not on my list of priorities. If anyone should be pointing out spelling mistakes, it should be me – but why the hell would I bother?? Is it really worth my time? Um, no.

And for those who criticize me about my parenting – for being too soft on my son bc I don’t spank him and for those who say I’m too harsh on the kid for making him do a sink full of plastic dishes bc he’s part of the family instead of doing it for money – this rant is for you also. I may not be a perfect mom (hell, who is?!), but I love my kid more than anything, and for one day I was allowed to feel the effects of him calling me “SuperMom,” so let me just enjoy it because, let’s face it, those words are few and far between in most households, mine included.

I’d call them trolls but aren’t trolls intimidated by other ppl? Not these sarcastic anger-spewing people – they’re keyboard cowboys who hide behind the letters L-O-L. Everything seems to be a joke to them, which I’m convinced is actually the scapegoat through which they expect me to accept their negative connotations.

But it’s the superiority complex that bothers me the most – the arrogant, self-serving, judgmental attitudes of people who need to point out other’s mistakes in order to make themselves feel “better” than everyone else. It’s true what they say – what you say and do says less about me and more about you. Start thinking of others and less about yourself because the world is full of enough negativity already. Keep the negative garbage away from me. 

Don’t get me wrong, I have my terrible moments just like everyone else, but I surely don’t direct them at people just for the sake of hurting them or making them feel inferior. I hate giving my opinion on most things unless I’m directly asked. Instead, I focus that rotten energy on something productive – my writing, jogging, or yoga. I find a way to turn a negative into a positive. And if that doesn’t seem to be working, I talk to my best friend and vent to him for a while – I get it off my chest to the one person in my life who actually cares because I know that no else will. 

So, for those of you who may have attempted to ruin my perfectly great days – past or present – let me give you some advice for the next time you want to confront me in a negative, controlling, sarcastic, combative way…just don’t.

Instead of being antagonistic towards other people who have something good to say (including myself), try being a little more positive and accepting. I can guarantee one thing – your negativity will only be tolerated for so long and then I won’t put up with it anymore and you’ll be thrown out like last weeks newspaper. 

I guess what I’m trying to say through all the ups and downs of my day is that we all need to just keep our thoughts to ourselves sometimes and BE NICE. 


Back To Life


School days are here again! Woohoo!!

As you can probably guess, I’m not the type of mother to cry at the bus stop as my son is whisked off to school with a gaggle of others, nor am I the type to sit for long periods of time and do nothing. No, I’m the mom who’s pumping my music at 9am when my son is gone and dancing in my office because I finally have time to get stuff done.

Today I finally got my schedule back and I worked my butt off on my newest novel (which should be done soon, by the way) and it felt good to have time to myself. I feel productive again. I feel accomplished and free. These are the days when I truly appreciate the value of teachers and feel that they are severely underpaid.

An added bonus is that my son is happy to be back with his friends everyday and both of our lives seem complete. Power skating started this week as well and hockey season will be here before we know it. No more over-scheduling and double/triple-booking our days. This year, we’re doing things right with the perfect mix of things to do. Maybe this year we’ll be able to enjoy time together instead of always feeling rushed, harried, and obligated.

Life as we know it is finally back to normal after a long summer break.

*enter sigh of relief here*


Last Summer Vacation


What an amazing way to end a great summer!

What began as a rushed and harried July ended with a relaxed and heart-felt August. I’m pretty impressed with the way this summer has turned out.

In July, the boys and I rushed to get summer started – town fair, sleepovers, family visits, and our trip to Philadelphia consumed the first three weeks. But then it all seemed to slow down as we prepared for the one trip that I was looking forward to the most.

We hit the highway early and headed to Manitoba in hopes of spending time with family before the festivities began.


It was a relatively short 6 hour drive considering how excited we all were to see everyone again. It was the first time the entire family has been together for many years. As soon as we pulled into the hotel parking lot, the clouds threatened rain but there was no way they could damper our mood.


We got settled into the hotel room and the party had begun. Luckily, the “party room” wasn’t in our room this year and I had a safe place to retire when I needed some down-time.

Family dinner, a few drinks, and a lot of chatter ended the night early as we prepared for the wedding the following day.

The next afternoon, we made our way to the church, where almost the entire clan hovered around the front entrance. Smiles were abundant, love lit us up like Christmas trees, and everyone seemed so happy to be back together after almost three years apart.

Lil Man had a fabulous time with his new “friends” – little did he realize that we are all one big happy family! With glow-sticks galore, the kids were kept busy and all of them seemed to be on their best behavior. There were so many kids and so many smiling faces that it was hard not to be affected.


The kids have grown and changed so much that it’s like piecing together a puzzle every time we visit. I’m always so grateful to be part of this generation of the family.

Near the end of the night, it was time to disperse and it was a quiet ride back to the hotel. Everyone was tired but satisfied with the way the day had played out. The bride was beautiful, the dinner was delicious, and everyone wore their biggest smiles.

It was a tough morning for some due to a self-inflicted late night, but everyone was safely back at the hotel and we all spent more time together before some had to leave. There were lots of hugs and plenty of promises to get together again.

It’s always hard for me to leave the family in Manitoba because I always feel so welcomed and loved when we’re there. I miss them dearly when we are all consumed with daily lives. More than once, I’ve considered the idea of moving there, but, as the Hubster and I concluded, there aren’t many job opportunities for him in that area. The only thing that keeps me optimistic is knowing that we’ll all be together again soon.

I love this family with all my heart and with every breath I take. I have never felt as accepted and appreciated as I do when I’m with them. Maybe I should consider making this an annual event…hmmm…

For now, onward and upward. As we drove into the city, that beautiful sign welcomed me back to my real home.


And now the organization/scheduling/planning truly begins as I prepare for the start of school, power skating, and hockey season. Between Hubster’s coaching, Lil Man’s playing, and my writing, hockey is about to consume our lives for another season.

Let the games begin!